Can I call you? I miss the sound of your voice.
I like new friends because I can reuse old jokes
And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
My life is a struggle between my need for acceptance, my fear of rejection, and a desire to not care at all.
u know when u really like someone and literally every little thing they do is cute and no matter what face they make they always look perfect to you